Dreams

Dreams are not some wonderland,
Something which is a paradise.
No, dreams are hard work, come
Down in visions to be received.
Received into our hearts, maybe.
To be in our minds at least, a work
In progress around a table where
All are welcome to come and share.
Share the stories hard to hear of
Suffering and loss. Share the stories
Of what it has meant to not be able
To live fully. Listen, listen so we
Might be able to keep working for
The dream once envisioned by
Those who knew how to listen to
Silence in the cells and came out.